Disclaimers: The characters, events, and organizations portrayed in this narrative are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or individuals is purely coincidental.
All characters and plot are purely of my own imagination and design. Do not steal/modify. If you ask nicely, I may let you play with them. (As long as I get to watch)
Author's Note: The prompt was to answer the question "Are you a lover or a fighter?" in the voice of one of your characters. I chose Skylar Douglas for this one and I think it came out alright.
If you were to ask anyone else, they would probably say I'm a lover. They see me in the club, dancing with all those women, bodies pressed together, sometimes with very little clothing between us.
But I know that being able to be in the arms of a woman every night does not make me a lover, not even close. It's a façade. Just like the drugs and the drinking, women are nothing more than another defense in a fight I have been fighting for over 11 years.
Being shipped from foster home to foster home taught me not only to protect myself physically but emotionally as well. Too many people pretending to care when both of you know that they don't give a shit. You become a prisoner for a crime you never committed. I got sick of that shit real quick. Trust me, I was out of there as soon as I could. Now, I live in New York. Not saying that's a piece of cake but at least most people don't go out of their way to pretend to care. They are wrapped up in their own lives, their own problems, to give a shit about me.
So yeah, I'm a fighter. Fightin' against letting anyone hurt me anymore.
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